Clearing

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Autumn creeps toward us this year.  The white birch
turns from  green to yellow and goldens into November.
I watch the bright leaves shout to me through the front window,
and everyday for two weeks I think how I will write about it.

Now the wind comes, and well over half of the leaves
cover the ground in a splendid circular swath of color.
The wind has taken the rest:  oak, maple, buckeye, plum.
I see straight through all the branches into the sky.

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4 responses »

  1. I love the title: Clearing. Beautiful! I love the names of the trees in this poem and of course the last line… opens up the entire piece and a great way to end. The “I think how I will write about it” is a nice detail and adds to the contemplative quality of the piece. Lovely piece…Thanks for sharing!! as always…..God Bless dear friend…

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